Temple of the Dark Moon

Write this rhyme I have continued,
Because yesterday’s work was not so good,
Rhyme it should, yet some did not,
At the very least that’s what I thought.

Bored stiff yes I am,
What has became of that man?
13th he says he shall return,
I’m rotting still into oblivion.

Ticketie tock, ticketie tock,
There goes the long hand of the clock,
The work I have now is actually naught,
What the hell am I going to write for my report?

Hit the books I should probably do,
Then I can show that I’m busy too.
Technical books can be such a bore,
I wish it’s Thursday so I can go by four!